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Pro. With pardon, lady, not a syllable
Of mine implies so rude a sense; the drift—

Enter Orgilus, disguised as before.

[To Org.] Do thy best
To make this lady merry for an hour.
Org. Your will shall be a law, sir.

[Exit Prophilus.

Pen. Prithee, leave me; 15

I have some private thoughts I would account with; Use thou thine own.

Org. Speak on, fair nymph; our souls

Can dance as well to music of the spheres
As any's who have feasted with the gods.

Pen. Your school-terms are too troublesome.

Org. What Heaven

Refines mortality from dross of earth 21
But such as uncompounded beauty hallows
With glorified perfection?

Pen. Set thy wits

In a less wild.proportion. . -"/^

Org. Time can never

On the white table of unguilty faith 25
Write counterfeit dishonour; turn those eyes,
The arrows of pure love, upon that firp>_ C '.•1
Which once rose to a flame, perfumed with vows
As sweetly scented as the incense smoking
On Vesta's altars, ... 30
. . . the holiest odours, virgin's tears,
. . . sprinkled, like dews, to feed them
And to increase their fervour.

Pen. Be not frantic,

Org. All pleasures are but mere imagination,

Feeding the hungry appetite with steam 35

And sight of banquet, whilst the body pines,

Not relishing the real taste of food:

Such is the leanness of a heart divided

From intercourse of troth-contracted loves;

No horror should deface that precious figure 40

Sealed with the lively stamp of equal souls.
Pen. Away! some Fury hath bewitched thy tongue:

The breath of ignorance, that flies from thence,

Ripens a knowledge in me of afflictions

Above all sufferance.—Thing of talk, begone! 45

Begone, without reply!

Org. Be just, Penthea,

In thy commands; when thou send'st forth a doom
Of banishment, know first on whom it lights.
Thus I take off the shroud, in which my cares
Are folded up from view of common eyes. 50
[Throws off his Scholar's dress.
What is thy sentence next?

Pen. J^ash-trran ! thou lay'st

A blemish on mine honour, with the hazard
Of thytoo-desperate life : yet I profess,
By all th~e~ laws of ceremonious wedlock,
I have not given admittance to one thought 55
Of female change since cruelty enforced
Divorce betwixt my body and my heart.
Why would you fall from goodness thus?

Org. O, rather

Examine me, how I could live to say

I have been much, much wronged. 'Tis for thy sake
I put on this imposture: dear Penthea, 61
If thy soft bosom be not turned to marble,
Thou'lt pity our calamities; my interest
Confirms me thou art mine still.

Pen. Lend your hand;

With both of mine I clasp it thus, thus kiss it, 65 Thus kneel before ye. [penthea kneels.

Org. You instruct my duty.

[orgilus kneels.

Pen. We may stand up. [They rise.] Have you aught else to urge Of new demand ? as for the old, forget it; 'Tis buried in an everlasting silence, And shall be, shall be ever: what more would ye? 70

Org. I would possess my wife ; the equity Of very reason bids me.

Pen. Is that all?

Org. Why, 'tis the all of me, myself.

Pen. Remove Your steps some distance from me :—at this space A few words I dare change ; but first put on 75 Your borrowed shape.

Org. You are obeyed; 'tis done.

[He resumes his disguise.

Pen. How, Orgilus, by promise I was thine The heavens do witness; they can witness too A rape done on my truth: how I do love thee Yet, Orgilus, and yet, must best appear 80 In tendering thy freedom; for find

The constant preservation of thy merit,

By thy not daring to attempt my fame

With injury of any loose conceit,

Which might give deeper wound to discontents. 85

Continue this fair race : then, though I cannot

Add to thy comfort, yet I shall more often

Remember from what fortune I am fall'n,

And pity mine own ruin.—Live, live happy,—

Happy in thy next choice, that thou mayst people 90

This barren age with virtues in thy issue!

And O, when thou art married, think on me

With mercy, not contempt! I hope thy wife,

Hearing my story, will not scorn my fall.—

Now let us part.

Org. Part! yet advise thee better: 95

Penthea is the wife to Orgilus,
And ever shall be.

Pen. Never shall nor will.

Org. How!

Pen. Hear me; in a word I'll tell thee why.

The virgin-dowry which my birth bestowed
Is ravished by another; my true love 100
Abhors to think that Orgilus deserved
No better favours than a second bed.

Org. I must not take this'reason.

Pen. To confirm it;

Should I outlive my bondage, let me meet
Another worse than this and less desired, 105
If, of all men alive, thou shouldst but touch
My lip or hand again!

Org. Penthea, now

I tell ye, you _grow wanton Ja. my sufferance: >^ Come, sweet, thou'rt mine.

Pen. Uncivil sir, forbear!

Or I can turn affection into vengpanre; 110
Your reputation, if you value any,
Lies bleeding at my feet. Unworthy man,
If ever henceforth thou appear in language,
Message, or letter, to betray my frailty,
I'll call thy former protestations lust, 115
And curse my stars for forfeit of my judgment.
Go thou, fit only for disguise, and walks,
To hide thy shame: this once I spare thy life.
I laugh at my own confidence; my sorrows
By thee are made inferior to my fortunes. 120
If ever thou didst harbourwojihjiJave,
Dare not to answer. My good genius guide me,
That I may never see thee more !—Go from me!

Org. I'll tear my veil of politic French off,
And stand up like a man resolved to do: 125
Action, not words, shall show me.—O Penthea!


Pen. He sighed my name, sure, as he parted from me:

I fear I was too rough. Alas, poor gentleman!
He looked not like the ruins of his youth,
But like the ruins of those ruins. Honour, 130
How much we fight with weakness to preserve thee!

[ Walks aside.

Enter Bassanes and Grausis.

Bass. Fie on thee! damn thee, rotten maggot, damn thee!

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